What Is the Value of Life If This Is All It Is Reduced To?

A quiet but mercilesscentrifugal forceof inarticulate gibberishburst from people’s lipsaround me.There is no respitefrom the meaningI fail to discernin their murmurings.There is no peaceto be had from moving lipsand flailing handsthat corner me.There is no lifethat doesn’t includethis meaninglessdisplay.Then what’s the valueof a lifeif this is allit is reduced to?